A Season of Wonder

Two Doors, Two People, Two Responses

Luke 1:39ff; 2:7

 

A pastor told a story of the earliest days in his first church.  He was determined to visit each family at their home as soon as possible, so he set out one morning to visit a few within walking distance of his office.  It was all going very well until he came to one particular home.  It was obvious someone was home.  The lights were on, the car was in the driveway, and he could hear music from the stereo.  But when he knocked at the door, no one responded.  He knocked again, and still no one came.  Finally, he gave up, and took out one of his business cards, and wrote on the back:

 

Revelations 3:20 reads:  “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.  If any man hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to him and sup with him, and he with me.”

 

He left the card stuck in the door, and went on his way.

 

On the following Sunday, as he sat at his desk after the morning service, he was going through the visitors cards, and he found his business card.  Below the verse he had written he found these words:

 

Genesis 3:10 reads:  “I heard thy voice in the garden and I was afraid because I was naked.”

 

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Last week we read the story of a knock at the door of the home of a young girl named Mary, and we discussed how that visit, and Mary’s acceptance of God’s plan for her, changed her whole life.

 

Today, we are going to read of two more knocks at the door.  At each of these doors will be none other than God Himself, and we will see two very different responses from two very different people.

 

1.      The Knock at the Door of Elizabeth (Luke 1:39)

 

In Luke 1:39 (pg. 689) we find that Mary arose in those days.  These were the days just after she had been visited by the angel Gabriel.  As Mary pondered his words, I’m sure she kept thinking about his message that she was going to have a baby, and wondering about how all this was going to work out.  Doubtless she was a little worried about telling Joseph, and what the neighbors were going to think.  Then there was the excitement of the baby Himself.  The Messiah!  She was to be the one!  The one to carry and bring forth into this world the promised One that Isaiah had written about and Israel had waited for for over 700 years!

 

Then as she replayed the visit of the angel over in her mind, she remembered the words he had spoken to her about her cousin, Elizabeth.  The angel had said that she was going to have a miracle baby too!  And she was already six months along.  With all that was going on in her life, Mary needed someone who would understand, someone who would welcome her unconditionally, so she headed off to her cousin’s home in Judah.

 

Now remember, these were not days when you could call your cousin on the phone, explain your situation, and hope for an invitation.  Mary didn’t even have the ability to send a letter.  She just set out for Judah, which is the area of Israel where Jerusalem is found. It was at least a three-day trip.  I’m sure she was relieved to get away from Nazareth, knowing how people would be talking as it became obvious that she was pregnant.  I’m sure she was consumed with thoughts of Joseph and how he was going to respond to her news.  And she was probably a little nervous about just showing up at her cousin’s door.  Walking all the way from Nazareth to Jerusalem was always a chore, but all the more so when doing it alone.

 

 

 

Meanwhile, Elizabeth was busy trying to keep her own life in order.  For as long as she could remember she had wanted to be a mom, to care for a child of her own, but she had not planned to carry a baby in a body that was more prepared for retirement than parenthood. When Zechariah had come home from the temple, literally speechless, and written her a note that they were going to have a child – she had laughed!  Her?!  A child?  You’ve got to be kidding?!  And him?!  Remember, these were way before the days of viagara!  But here she was, six months later, putting up with the backaches, the heat of Judea, and trying to get a house for two to retire in ready for a baby.  Sure it was amazing, and at times as she pondered the words the angel had told her husband about her little boy (the angel had said it was a boy, so it’s a boy!), she was overwhelmed that she would be chosen to give birth to a prophet.  That the boy who was now kicking her in the ribs would be preparing the way for the Messiah.  That meant the Messiah was coming soon!  He might even already be born!  “Who could it be?” she wondered.   She knew all the religious leaders in Jerusalem, some of them had young boys.  “Certainly he would be born to one of the priestly families … I wonder which one…”

 

 

 

Finally Mary arrived at the home of Zechariah and Elizabeth.  As was common in those days, she stood at the door of the gate and knocked, at the same time calling out a greeting, “Shaloam alcahim,” “Peace on your home”. 

 

Verse 41 says, 

And it happened, when Elizabeth heard the greeting of Mary that the babe leaped in her womb; and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.  Then she spoke out with a loud voice and said, ‘Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb!  But why is this granted to me, that the mother of my Lord should come to me?  For indeed, as soon as the voice of your greeting sounded in my ears, the babe leaped in my womb for joy.  Blessed is she who believed for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord.”

 

As soon as the voice of Mary reached the ears of Elizabeth, the Holy Spirit answered the question that Elizabeth had been pondering.  There was an immediate recognition of Mary for who she was – Even John, yet unborn, recognized his just concieved cousin, Jesus, and danced for joy in his mother’s womb! 

 

All the inconveniences of Elizabeth’s life just melted away in a moment of recognition.  Her busy schedule, her discomfort, her doubts, her concerns – all of which could have caused her to throw up her arms and cry out “Great!  This is all I need!  A pregnant teenager to nurse-maid while I’m trying to get my own house in order!”  “You think you’ve got problems, sister, at least your young!  Try having your first baby when your 60!”

 

But Elizabeth’s burden’s just melted away as she opened the door of her home and her heart to the Christ.  In verse 56, we read that Mary remained with her for about three months, then returned to her own house.  What a three months those must have been!  There are some parts of the Bible where I wish the Lord would have given us a little more detail.  Wouldn’t it be great to have some record of the discussions these two “miracle moms” must have had?  Can’t you just see Elizabeth giving Mary words of wisdom as she faced a difficult future?  Can’t you imagine the times of worship and prayer they must have had?  All the while, Zechariah sits quietly in the corner, unable to praise the Lord with them because he had doubted the message of God.  What a three months it must have been.  What a blessing it must have been to Elizabeth and Zechariah to have Mary there.

 

I would like to think that Mary stayed around to witness the birth of John.  But the chronology of the text tells me that she probably left just before the delivery.  I think it was one of the first prices Mary had to pay for submitting to God’s plan.  Surely Elizabeth and Zechariah wanted her to stay, but Mary recognized the scandle of an unwed and pregnant girl would be, so she headed back to her own home.  To face the last six months of her own pregnancy, to face Joseph, and the neighbors.  To await the birth of her Son, God’s Son, the Messiah.

 

 

2.  The Knock at the Door of the Inn Keeper (Luke 2:7)

 

Six months pass quickly when there is much to do.  Joseph had not believed Mary at first, but in his own angelic visit, he had received confirmation from God that Mary was indeed carrying the Messiah, and he had taken her for his wife.  The months flew by as Joseph worked long days in the carpentry shop, and she prepared their small hut for a child.

 

And now Mary found herself on the same road she had taken six months previous.  The same road from Nazareth to Judea, this time to the city of Bethlehem.  In her condition, Mary probably should have stayed home, but Joseph had made it clear he could not leave her there.  The local women had made it clear they would not assist her. She would have to make the journey with him, and they would have to trust God for His care and provision.

 

Bethlehem was unusually busy.  In fact, it had never been so crowded.  Caesar Augustus had declared that people had to return to their ancestral birthplaces to register for a tax, and so everyone who could trace their lineage to David was now crowded into the city that was usually a sleepy little village on the way to Jerusalem.  As Joseph stood at the door and knocked, calling out the same greeting “Shaloam alachim,”  Mary hoped he would receive as warm a greeting as she had received when she last made this trip.  But it was not to be.  The inn had long been filled.  In her condition the trip had taken longer than expected, and there was not even a mat in the corner of the inn for them to stay. 

 

Luke 2:7 reads,

And she brought forth her first born son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

 

We tend to be kind of hard on the innkeeper.  We look back with perfect hind-sight and shake our heads at his cold heart.  And yet, in the hustle and bustle of trying to find housing, secure food, and keep the family together a young woman great with child would have been the least of his concerns. From the perspective of the innkeeper – who himself would have been over-burdened with the responsibilities that accompanied a full inn – Joseph's and Mary's predicament would have seemed trivial.

 

But he did what he could.  Chances are he had turned more than these two away that night.  But because of her pending delivery, he offered them a place that would at least offer them some measure of protection – a cave where he kept his few livestock.  A few sheep, a thin cow, but a roof (of sorts) over their head, soft (sort of) hay to lay upon.  Maybe in a few days, when everyone had completed this census, he would have a mat for them inside.

 

Finish by reading chapter 1 of “God Came Near,” by Max Lucado.

 

 

 

 

 

And so, why did the people of Bethlehem neglect this poor woman? Because they simply were too busy. They were too preoccupied. They were too self absorbed. And because of this they neglected to care about a young girl about to give birth. And because they were self absorbed, they missed participating in one of the most significant acts of redemptive history—next to Christ's resurrection—Christ's birth. They missed beholding the start of a new era. They missed Christmas!

This week, as you go through the daily devotionals with your family from our advent calendar, you will be asked to open your door to friends and strangers.  You will be encouraged to invite people in and enjoy times of fellowship and companionship like Mary and Elizabeth did. 

 

But I want to ask you this morning to open a much more important door.  Remember that story at the beginning?  About the pastor who wrote on the back of the card the words from Revelation 3:20, “Behold I stand at the door and knock, If any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and sup with him, and he with Me…”

 

There may be a knocking at your door this morning.  You may hear the voice of Jesus calling out to you.  I believe that the Bible teaches that God has appointed those who will respond to His call.  But I also believe that it teaches that if you hear that call, you must respond.  You must open that door.  Will you be like Elizabeth, and open you door wide, and welcome in Christ, or will you be like the Innkeeper, a good man, no doubt, but just a little too caught up in himself and his own little world to recognize God when He’s right outside the door?

 

This Christmas Season, don’t just open your door to friends and family, or even to strangers in need.  Open your hearts door to Jesus Christ.  Invite Him into your life as your personal best Friend, your loving Savior, sovereign Lord.

 


Service of Communion

 

We have referred today twice to a verse in Revelation in which Christ tells us that He is at the door of our heart, knocking.  Those words were actually written to a church.  A church that had grown lukewarm.  Jesus said a few verses earlier that “because you are lukewarm, and neither cold or hot, I will spew you out of my mouth.”  Isn’t it amazing that Jesus wants us, even those of us who are lukewarm, to be drawn back to Him?  He wants us to welcome Him back into our hearts, to sit with him and to fellowship with Him? 

 

Today, we are going to gather around the Lord’s table.  We do this because He asked us to.  He asked us to regularly gather together and share these two items of food as a reminder of His sacrifice for us.  As we gather together today, I want you to know that you do not have to be a member, or even a regular attender of Gateway to join us around this table.  In fact, all you need to be is one who has heard that knock, that voice at your hearts door, and opened the door, then you can eat with him, and he with you.

 

If you do not have that type of personal relationship with Christ, let me encourage you to do one of two things.  First, you can open that door right now.  Even as the bread and cup are being passed, you can invite Jesus into your life, and participate with us.  Or, you can chose to wait.  If you are not sure, if you’re still searching for the answer to lifes eternal questions, then I encourage you to wait until that time when you can come and participate at this table as a child of God.  No one will take note or judge you if you simply pass the bread and cup along.  In fact, I believe it’s an important thing for you to realize that you maybe aren’t ready.  Because it will prompt you to keep searching.

 

The bread.

 

The cup.

 

Prayer.